i feel like i’m being a mom to too many people lately. it’s making me really stressed. and even more so because i really am a mom and need to be a mom to my kids first and foremost.

it’s their loss. i don’t care if they never get to know their only great-grandson and nephew. he’s my son, not theirs.

don’t you realize that you’re going to get caught in your lies? i’m just about done. i’m just about sick of this. but i’m not sure if it’s enough to make me sick of you.

i had something very profound to say to you. and a few other people too. but i can’t anymore.

i need to get out. out of this house and this city. i need to start believing that i can believe in myself again. it’s cold out. time to throw summer away.

just when i thought everything was going good, you proved me wrong. again. if i go, i will be taking my heart with me. the whole thing.

i don’t know who to trust and who to stay away from. i used to be able to read people pretty well, right off the bat. but not so much anymore.

i am very not sure what to do now. things get complicated way faster than i’d like.

don’t. don’t tell me anything. because i’ve heard it all before.

love is a funny thing. so are explainations….that’s the code word for excuses. and love is the ultimate excuse.

being pretty is overrated.